And:
Clarity: not a knowing, not a thing, not graspable, never owned. It is a landscape, high, with a wind from the mountains, a forgetting of, a removal of frames and views,cold on the tip of the tongue….

Thanks, nathan.
When we hear a phrase of the tune we have always danced to, we remember and forget, become more and less ourselves. That’s it, that’s it. Struck dumb by namelessness, bright eyed, melting.